Evergreen Airplanes
The sky is above my chords. The solemn mystery of shadowlights.
Lived and died
Bathtub. Live and die in the bathtub.
Love. Love your shadows. Huh.
Will we live forever?
Hey! Breakfast for mystery!
Desire! I! desire. Evergreen airplanes.
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